Vor'loch could have cursed Erins naivety as soon as she informed the mercenary that at least she was a Jedi. Though it was a surprise that the merc hadn't just pulled out his weapons on them there were other beings who wouldn't be the same. There was a sense of unease in the cantina, when walking towards the door he acted quickly. A group of three Shivasten had turned with their blasters on them and he gathered the Force, something he didn't want to do, and pushed Erin, Kolinn and Jerek out of the way. The mercenary could look after himself. One of the Shivasten pointed "Get the Jedi!" Now they were definitely in trouble with everyone turning towards them. "Now would be an acceptable time to use your lightsabers my Padawans." He lowered his hand to his ligthsaber hilt, considered using it however he instead grabbed under his robes for his lightsaber whip. 

He whipped it over their heads and activated it as it flared to life, people moved back as the swathe of yellow moved through the air. He curved it low knocking people off their feat, the lower power than that off a lightsaber meant that those unlucky enough to be in the nearby area simply got cuts around their shins and ankles. He flicked the blade off and pulled it back in. He then grabbed his regular lightsaber and activated it backing back bolts. He stepped forward and cut the end of a gun off one person, jumping up and onto his head to knock him down before performing a somersault around and down behind the main group of attackers, everyone else had abandoned the cantina. He released a short blast of kinetic energy knocking those at the back line were pushed into those on front and they finally noticed him as the fire became split between two fronts. He swore as he was pushed back onto the defensive. 

He looked at the objects around him as adrenaline began to course through his body with the sheer power of the Force and everything appeared to slow down to him. He scanned the bar and saw a tap, followed it into a pipe in floor barely visible through a cracked floorboard. He concentrated on it, picturing it fragment and explode. It did just that, though the concentration allowed two bolts to get past his guard and strike his leg though the task was achieved as he winced. A slight spray was between the Padawans and the thugs. He was on the wrong side however so was completely visible though that wasn't an issue. He concentrated on Jerek, images of Tattooine. The ambush that had taken place, they had separated and met together again later. As he ran for the door being trailed and batting through bolts, he hoped the message got through.